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my favorite flower

the favorite flower of Albert

toys for kid ( you can eat them then )

Bride of Silence

In rural Vietnam 200 years ago, a young woman is tried for getting pregnant out of wedlock. When she refuses to speak, the village elders order that her baby be set adrift on the river. Just as the child is about to be sent to its fate, a fierce thunder storm breaks out and kills many people. The baby survives, but the mother is jailed out of fear. Years later, the boy wanders through the countryside seeking traces of his mother's life.

I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it. I want to see it.

Martini

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a kid

This boy have a beautiful eyes, of cous it's beautiful when he smile. But when I see this pic, I have a strong impression. I don't want a young boy like him must be worry like that. But it's life. I can't do anything else.

My friend - Andre - was tell me about one true story : One day, a men die and his family find one paper he write that : I try to change the world, but I can't do that. Then I try to change my country, but I can't do that. Then I try to change my city, but I can't do that. And then I try to change my family, but I can't do that. The end, I try to change my friends, but I can't do that. Now I will die, and I think : If I try to change my self, maybe then I can change my friends, maybe then I can change my family, and maybe then I can change my city, maybe then I can't change my country, and maybe I can change the world.

I don't want to change anything. I just try to make something better if I can.

yesterday

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.

When I feel everything is awful, D tell me that "don't worry, i will help you" - oh thanks God, I feel so great. And I go to sleep, very nice. But now, when I wake up on the morning, I feel boring ... boring bbbboooorrrriiiiinnngggg. Now I know my pub is not reason, my job is not too. I have not any reason.
The recent, I always feel like that. I don't know why. That's very foolish.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.

I try don't think about LOVE.
D very nice. He made me feel comfortable. The most importantly is , he never say he love me. So I never must think about it. I don't want anymore.

So, what am I thinking ?

Hoan Kiem lake

This is a tower in the middle of the Hoan Kiem lake. I love this lake. I want to see it every day in my life.

the face

I like the face of people. I would like to take photo of it. Someone tell me that I should be shooting pic about nature, because I shooting pic about people is not good. I'm very sad when I hear it, but now, I don't care. I like photography and I will do follow everything I feel.
Yesterday, I saw a woman, old woman with the long hair very beautiful. She sitting inside the garden and little sunshine of the end afternoon cover up her. That's very wonderful. She made me feel jealous. Life is not easy for anyone. I can imagine many thing they pass on their life. Can I do it with my life ? Sometime I feel very heavy. But my "big mouse" said that I can - And I believe him.

Some pic for a day have not sunshine

This is at my friend's house - Very sexy, isn't it ?

This is the tree beside Hoan Kiem lake - I like the color of leaves on tree

This is at Ngoc Son Temple in Hoan Kiem Lake - I like this door and this light

under the Long Bien bridge - I think this pic lack of light, isn't it ?

I have a dream

I always say that "Nothing is difficult if you have trust". I really think like that. But now, I have no trust.
Last night, I have a dream. On that dream, I have a man very sweet. He is perfect. And I love him. But the end of the dream, I saw he kiss someone other. Then I wake up. And I remember one thing that Fergus said " betray is betray, time is not problem "
Then I think : why I don't believe anything ?
Love is cheater, when we fall in love, we can't see anything other. But, love is life too. We can't live on the life with no love. That's very foolish.
And one thing very funny is : I can keep one man beside me forever with all his love IF I DON"T LOVE HIM ! It's true. I did. I was try to chosen one man love me, and beside him, make him feel happy. And he never know that I don't love him. But I can't continue. I mad !
So, look at that : If we don't love them, we still make them happy and nothing bad happen. But when we beginning fall in love with them, and we said "I love you, I need you, blablabla" and then, all we know that " It is over ! "
Why ?????? What's wrong ?
Anyway, I want to trust something forever, something beautiful and forever.
Maybe because I'm crazy !

The reason

From small to big time also hate English. Simply because I never good subjects in schools. Throughout the 8 years in this subject, I never know points to 6 - under which the whole is only (or even 5 is only something) Do not know why anymore. Although level 2 is to have an English teacher for a very significant, but still be true to say that is never seriously study this subject at all. So now that I am a very often use of this language - is said to use listening very big, actually just as well on the other used as a title or sometimes used as a sentence to vacate. Explains this is due to the influence from the man I love. Nearly a dozen years, he may try this language than the language on his country. he has taught for many of their concepts and using words. It was from him that I do not recognize the second language as extreme as before anymore. It is not the first to those who read well and fancied (than me) to express themselves in a haughty and arrogant again. It is simply a language convenient and suitable for many different circumstances.

I decided to create a new blog and write them in English as a way for learning and practice skills in reading and writing. If you are a person who is reading these lines and found that I was wrong when using words or grammar does, please let me know and I'll thank you very much

I need a man

Sunday Morning dew day. She read the book sitting next to the old desk of her , hide legs in a pair of slippers with cotton used to go indoors. And she thought: I need a man. Must. A man. A man for a Sunday morning dewy and label home. A men keep her feet warm in his hand and silent listening to her reading. the book very long long and long on the dream small and true about a different life. A small house with old passage-way. The chair with a rattan derived. A beautiful garden . A cat is heating sunshine and a dog running around the flowers, trying to get the bumblebee . Must. Just simple as that. Nothing more than the simple dreams.
But this time she did not have the men to share the stories dream like small in the long book that she likes. She is not no men around. But those guy will very happy to go a romantic bar with glass cooktail lickerish and then to drag her home on the bed with him. is not long in a chair sopha caress her feet only to hear her read the novel forever not make ends he want to sleep but can not as a courtesy minimum. And she thought he. Yes, he is the only person who can do so. But it is not at this time. This time he does not have the time. He is busy with his work and his woman. Those woman does not require a Sunday morning long Dutch for reading the novel phlegmatical featherbrain and sleepiness. He said that He will take the time for her to age 50. And her quiet of that promise. Although she understands that age 50 is not the time to sit on a romantic dream again. If the results do so, then she brought her an old and failed. Must be 50 years old when she had all of those. A small house and with all the things the like. One Sunday morning at age 50, she will chair a two highball to the old passage-way, phase two hot cup of tea and waiting him. While difficult let him out of the bed of his, than goodbye bad old wife, and then beside her. Then she will not read the novel thick again, also requested he not be kept warm pairs feet have their wizen. She will only quiet and he holds hands with two people watching the happy exiguous had fun under the sun. Then when it up to date - she does not know the target date is unknown but is sure when it will know to her - also on a Sunday morning so she'll errors in the bottom of his old bunker for a small bottle, add it on two hot cup of tea as usual and then wait for him to. Then, he will understand her hands permanently leaving out no longer.